Dearest Bro -- I'm SO GLAD that you made it through those first perilous few weeks, and the doctor who thought your were DOA turned out to be WRONG, WRONG, WRONG. Other than that I won't disclose any family secrets -- except that by 1963 you had thoroughly mastered the fine art of getting into trouble (could have charged admission and given lessons), and had even put in a few years on learning the guitar!

mucho hugs, little sister